Strength, this is the suppression of strength, there is no trick, of course, they know that the reason why the middle-aged man in the late stage of Jindan was suppressed was only because he was not good at close combat.

If the two of them distance themselves and use magic weapons and spells to face each other, I am afraid that the gap in cultivation will be revealed.

Thinking of this, Di Qingzhu and Yao De had already made a decision, and while the middle-aged man was suppressed at this moment, they shot together to completely defeat this person.

There is no need to talk about one-on-one on the battlefield, and the two of them are Jindan early stage monks plus a Jindan mid-stage monk, and they are fighting against a Jindan late stage monk, when this matter spreads, others will also say that the Jindan late stage monks bully the weak with the strong, but they will not say that they fight more and less.

Di Qingzhu stretched out her right hand, and a black spear appeared in her hand, and then she shook her delicate body and directly waved the spear to intercept the middle-aged man's back.

But Yao De pinched his hands and cast a spell, attacking the middle-aged man in the distance.

The middle-aged man frowned, the secret way was not good, now he could only control the defensive magic weapon to resist Qiao Yuan's crazy attack, and he had no mental strength to block Di Qingzhu and Yao De's attack.

The thoughts in his mind were turning, and the middle-aged man gritted his teeth, and his face showed a decisive look.

As soon as he opened his mouth, a palm-sized chessboard appeared in front of him, and then hundreds of black and white chess pieces on it flashed in unison, forming a strange rune in front of him.

The middle-aged man twitched his right hand and pulled the defensive magic weapon in front of him behind him, but the strange rune collided with Qiao Yuan's Fengyuan Sword.

The sound of banging kept coming, and Qiao Yuan only felt that the long sword in his hand had slashed a boulder.

But the next moment, the pupils of his eyes shrank suddenly, and the strange runes turned into hundreds of chess pieces and flew towards him.

With a stabbing sound, Qiao Yuan only felt that the long sword in his hand had cut flesh and blood, but at the same moment, there were bursts of sharp pain all over his body.

Qiao Yuan violently spurted out several mouthfuls of blood, and hurriedly withdrew dozens of feet backwards, and at the same time, the golden scale shield appeared and blocked in front of him.

The middle-aged man was also no better, and in just a few moments, he was slashed by Qiao Yuan more than ten times in a row, and his shirt on his chest, legs, arms, and arms was torn, revealing bright red blood marks.

However, at this opportunity, he dodged Yao De's spell attack, and Di Qingzhu's attack was also blocked by the defensive magic weapon.

The scene just now is a long story, but it actually happened in an instant, and Yao De and Di Qingzhu didn't react at all.

By the time they saw the situation, the middle-aged man had already withdrawn from Baizhangyuan.

"Qiao Yuan!"

Di Qingzhu saw that Qiao Yuan's body seemed to be beaten into a sieve, from his chest to his calves, dozens of blood holes were densely packed, and the bright red blood was bubbling out, instantly dyeing it into a bloody person.

She hurriedly rushed over, holding Qiao Yuan's arm, her face full of concern.

Yao De also rushed over quickly, and before he had time to check the injury, he directly took out three pills of different colors and fed them to Qiao Yuan.

"I ...... I'm fine. ”

Qiao Yuan's eyes were slightly dim, his face was extremely pale, and his forehead was bruised because of the severe pain, but he still endured the pain and opened his mouth to speak.

The middle-aged man who was a hundred feet away quickly took out the healing pill and took it, although he was also seriously injured, but at this moment, he sneered and looked at Qiao Yuan coldly.

"How is that possible? You...... You're not dead. ”

When he heard Qiao Yuan's weak words, the middle-aged man had a look of disbelief on his face and was stunned on the spot.

The blow just now was a great price for him, and it was a killer weapon with his natal magic weapon.

If those chess pieces were all blocked by the golden shield, he would have nothing to say, but it was clear that Qiao Yuan was hit by dozens of chess pieces, and now he was even more miserable, why didn't he die yet.

The middle-aged man didn't know that although those chess pieces had penetrated Qiao Yuan's body, his physical body had been tempered by the Heavenly Tribulation, and his recovery power and resistance were far more comparable to others.

When Di Qingzhu heard the middle-aged man's words, his eyes immediately flashed with murderous intent, and as soon as his figure flickered, he quickly waved the black spear and attacked the middle-aged man.

"Humph!"

The middle-aged man was still three points wary of Qiao Yuan, but in the face of Di Qingzhu, who was also in the early stage of Jindan, he didn't look at it, at this moment he snorted coldly, and raised his hand to cast a magic spell.

But as soon as his spiritual power was running, there were bursts of sharp pain from the wounds on his body, and the middle-aged man gritted his teeth and stepped back directly, intending to use his spiritual power to suppress the injuries and then solve the three people.

The middle-aged man had a lot of sword wounds, but almost all of them only hurt the flesh and skin, not the vital injuries, and he didn't pay attention to it at all.

However, when the middle-aged man urged his spiritual power to suppress the injuries, he was shocked to find that those wounds showed no signs of being suppressed, and the blood was still flowing out.

After a sweep of his senses, the middle-aged man found that there were dense and countless tiny wind whirls on the wound, like insects eating his flesh and blood.

"It's the sword!"

The middle-aged man only thought of the reason in an instant, his brows furrowed into a Sichuan character, and his face turned a little pale.

It's a bit of a problem, if it's a normal time, you just need to meditate to get rid of those whirlwinds, but now, you don't have this opportunity.

Seeing that Di Qingzhu was getting closer and closer to him, the middle-aged man gritted his teeth and turned around and fled directly, and at the same time, he shouted loudly.

"All disciples, quickly withdraw to the base camp. ”

All of a sudden, the disciples of Firewind Valley, who had originally had the upper hand, were in turmoil, and in panic, they couldn't care about their opponents, so they all turned around and flew towards the northern part of the sandbank.

The disciples of the Moon River Sect immediately cheered, but they suffered a lot of injuries in this battle, so Yao De stopped them from pursuing.

Then Yao De explained a few more words to the three captains, and then took the seriously injured Qiao Yuan and hurriedly galloped towards the three mountains in the north of the country.

The three mountains in the north of China have now become their camp, Yao De found a quiet attic, put Qiao Yuan on the bed, and then probed his divine sense into his body and began to probe the injury.

"Senior Brother Yao, he ...... Is he alright?"

Di Qingzhu had been waiting anxiously beside her, and when she saw Yao De's expression uncertain and she withdrew her divine sense, she asked urgently.

"Those chess pieces didn't hurt the vital point, and Senior Brother Qiao didn't have to worry about his life for the time being, but he lost too much blood and his vitality was damaged, so he had to rest for a long time. ”

Yao De pondered for a moment and said slowly.

If it was a normal time, it would not be a problem to let Qiao Yuan recuperate for a period of time.

But now that the two sides are in the final battle, as soon as Qiao Yuan falls, their combat strength is greatly damaged, and Yao De has no confidence that he can defeat the middle-aged man in the late stage of Jindan.

"Senior Brother Yao doesn't have to worry, Senior Brother Qiao captured a Jindan stage female cultivator in Firewind Valley, that female cultivator's identity doesn't seem to be ordinary, as long as we hold that female cultivator in our hands, presumably that Jindan late stage monk will not dare to act rashly. ”

Di Qingzhu knew that Qiao Yuan was not worried about his life, and his heart suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, and then he saw that Yao De still had a gloomy expression, so he smiled and said.

"I see. ”

Yao De's face showed a look of great joy, he heard Qiao Yuan talking to the middle-aged man before, and he still felt puzzled in his heart, but now he realized that it was Qiao Yuan who arrested someone's junior sister.

"Senior Sister Di, let's go out first, let Senior Brother Qiao recuperate. ”

Yao De cast a purification spell on Qiao Yuan, wiped the blood stains from his body, and applied ointment to his wounds, before he said to Di Qingzhu.

The two of them went out of the attic, and without saying a word, they first asked the disciples to bring Zili over, and then gathered ten captains to listen to them report on the battle situation one by one.

In the early morning of the second day, Qiao Yuan's eyelids trembled slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes.

His face was still as pale as paper, his thin lips were not bloody, and even his hands were white and almost transparent, as if there was no blood in them.

Qiao Yuan raised his hand to support the edge of the bed, and was about to sit up from the bed, but before he could get up, he screamed miserably and lay down again, and a layer of fine cold sweat instantly appeared on his forehead.

The feeling of being beaten into a sieve in his body was really uncomfortable, Qiao Yuan lay down motionless, and took a few deep breaths, only then did he feel that the severe pain had subsided slightly.

A moment later, Qiao Yuan sank his divine sense into his body again and began to examine the injuries inside and outside his body.

When he found that his body was fine, but he had lost too much blood, Qiao Yuan was immediately relieved.

Unlike mortals, monks lose a lot of blood without endangering their lives, and it only takes some time for new blood to be regenerated.

Thinking of this, Qiao Yuan probed his divine sense into the space bead, communicated with the white bear, and successfully obtained a piece of cross-living bamboo from it.

Wataru bamboo contains a lot of vitality, and as long as you take a small section, the lost blood can be quickly replenished.

Time flickered, and it was two days, Qiao Yuan felt that his physical strength had recovered, and the external injuries on his body had completely healed under Yao De's plaster, and there was no trace to be seen.

Qiao Yuan took a deep breath, his eyes had returned to clear and translucent, his delicate face looked ruddy and shiny, and the whole person was full of vitality and vitality again.

He pushed open the door and walked out slowly, and with a sweep of his senses, he found where Yao De and Di Qingzhu were.

In a hall, Yao De and Di Qingzhu sat on the top, and three disciples were standing below, bowing down to listen to Yao De's arrangement.

"Senior Brother Yao, Senior Sister Di. ”

At this moment, outside the hall, a young man in white walked in, with a bright smile on his face, eyes as bright as the moon, a clear and powerful voice, and the vitality of a young man exuded from his body.

Yao De and Di Qingzhu were stunned, obviously they didn't expect Qiao Yuan to recover in just three days.

The three disciples were also stunned, and now all the disciples heard that Senior Uncle Qiao was seriously injured and it was difficult to get out of bed, but the young man standing in front of him looked like he was injured.

"The three nephews should go down first. ”

After a moment, Yao De came back to his senses, waved his hand and said.

After speaking, he walked quickly to Qiao Yuan, looked up and down carefully several times, and then couldn't help but exclaim.

"Senior Brother Qiao, you ...... You're a strange person. ”

Qiao Yuan smiled and said nothing, too lazy to explain more in this regard, and then he asked about the situation these days and the battle situation a few days ago.

Yao De was in a good mood, pulled Qiao Yuan to sit on the chair, and made a pot of hot tea himself, and the three of them chatted while drinking.

In the battle three days ago, except for the three teams led by Qiao Yuan, there was no damage, and the teams led by Yao De and Di Qingzhu were damaged to varying degrees.

Therefore, in the past three days, all the disciples have been recuperating from their injuries.

As for the Firewind Valley, the foundation building disciples who escaped all gathered at the highest peak in the northern part of the sandbar, which is the base camp of the Firewind Valley.

As for the middle-aged man in the late stage of Jindan, there has been no movement at all in the past three days.

Qiao Yuan thought that being slashed by his Fengyuan Sword, even if it wasn't a major injury, those tiny wind whirls were enough to make the middle-aged man anxious.

"Now that the junior brother has recovered from his injuries, it is better for us to launch an attack tomorrow and take the North Peak in one fell swoop. ”

After the situation was finished, Yao De showed excitement on his face, looked at Qiao Yuan and continued.

The so-called one-off effort, Qiao Yuan naturally would not object, he hurriedly smiled and nodded.